Chapter 80

‘I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up.’

Marc sighed as he checked his phone and saw the text from Sinead. He wasn’t sure if he’d put up too much of a front or not with Jules in the meeting. The truth of the matter was, on this sort of a day in Toronto even the Finance world started to slow down as the weather plastered the streets with slush and thick snow. It was like the mood in every office across the city shifted, the heavier the coating of snow. And a late February snow could be thick due to nearby Lake Ontario.

Making the trip out to the coffee shop the Detectives had chosen had taken some time, but it was time Marc could easily spare. More than half of his employees were working from home for the day, there weren’t any deadlines approaching until the end of next week, and it wasn’t exactly the time of year to be aggressively hunting for new clients or projects - that season would come soon enough, not that Marc was the one to go hunting for them at this point. His sorts of projects came looking for him, these days.

‘It was no problem at all, Detective,’ Marc texted back. ‘It was good to see you and Julia working together again.’

‘Are we good?’ Sinead asked quickly.

Marc looked at the message and decided to let her stew for a few minutes. She’d responded immediately, which told him this, or her next question, was what she really wanted to talk about. Her apology had been a pretext. He turned back to his computer, finishing his email of items for Jillian to check up on for him, before considering how to respond to Sinead.

‘We should talk about expectations, ma petite rebelle,’ Marc texted her.

‘I assumed I would owe you,’ she responded a few minutes later, though Marc only glanced at the text since Jillian had come down to his office to follow up on a couple of items rather than them trading emails back and forth. She really was excellent at her job. Marc made a note to make a reservation for her and her partner somewhere nice next week. He’d pay her the same, or better, than some of his other staff if it wouldn’t have raised flags with the greater HR machine of the company - she was more valuable than half of them by far.

Once Jillian had strutted back out of his office, shooting him a knowing smirk as she closed his office door that had him wondering if maybe she had somehow figured out how to clone his phone so she could read his texts, Marc responded to Sinead again. ‘Assumptions are dangerous, Detective. What did you assume I would be owed?’

Her next response didn’t come for a good twenty minutes, but when it did it came in the form of a picture. He was a little surprised she’d gone this far, but then they’d done much more risque things now than this.

Sinead was in a bathroom stall, likely at work, and her slacks were down around her thighs as she took a picture of her cute, pale ass. Her buttplug was perfectly seated between her cheeks, and her vagina was slightly flushed with arousal.

‘We’ll see,’ Marc replied, smirking to himself. That had been a backhanded request if ever he’d received one. He knew he was stretching things out with the redhead, but now that the game had progressed to explicit consent, the anticipation was delicious and there would only ever be one first time.

He also knew that he was torturing her with a comment like that.

‘Tonight?’ she asked.

Now she wasn’t even trying to be demure.

‘I would, ma petite rebelle, but I am otherwise engaged tonight. I will let you know when.’

‘Thank you.’

He knew she didn’t mean it. That was a ‘Fuck’ sort of thank you if he’d ever read one. He smirked a little, glancing at it one more time before setting his phone down and getting to work. He really was otherwise engaged for the night, and the Detective had summoned him to a meeting even if it had been more because of Jules than her own demand.